As my inner “Warrior” lies dormant no-more, my mind becomes fully awake. I break free from the chains only to grow closer to my conscious self and the person I was meant to be. A powerful spirit runs through my veins that is wild, free and not meant to be tamed. As I challenge the status quo and the lessons I once found to be true, I realize that they no longer serve my purpose. Healed pain has turned into wisdom, while being the very catalyst granting me release me from my deep sleep to jolt me awake.
My soul lies with the “Gypsy’s” the seekers of freedom and a lifestyle slowed down to appreciate what truly matters. To be and let be – to smell the roses.
I dance with the “Fairy’s” that make our world a magical place and teach us to believe in all miracles big and small.
I walk besides the “Wanderer’s” and share in the spirit that admires all beauty and majesty of Mother Earth.
The “Traveler’s” that seek adventure and are not afraid of the unknown but who allow the “What could be” to unfold right before their eyes.
My passion belongs to the “Artist’s” who experience life on a deeper level than most by sharing a common need to create and show compassion for each other.
The “Lovers” of music who move with the rhythm of life while expressing themselves through a song when words are hard to find.
The “Writers” and “Poets” who paint their story in ink and make us fall in love by reading between the lines.
I admire the “Dreamers” who dream big and believe in hope and everything possible. Who are spontaneous and live in the moment and the “Now”.
My cheer goes to the “Underdog” who is fighting to be accepted without comprising themselves or losing sight of their unique individuality. The “Misfits” and “Outsiders” that seek their place amongst society and struggle to fit in.
The “Optimists” who choose to see the silver lining in the most difficult of situations.
The “Unselfish” that are always willing to help by lending a hand to others while braving their own storms.
My heart beats for the “Collectors” of moments and memories, who leave the materialistic burden behind to enjoy a life far less complex and even irresponsible at times.
I admire the “Angel’s” amongst us that walk the earth in human form to make our life a better place.
And finally all “Mankind” who does not see an animal, but a living soul and something so much more profound than the title of being an animal.
As my inner “Warrior” rises within me, I am strong and I am proud.
My authentic self is my soul made visible – I am home – I am myself.
Rhapsody Bohème – Birth of a Warrior